Chapter 7
PENNY STOOD LEANING AGAINST THE PATIO railing, looking blankly out at the smooth lake surface glistening in the sunlight. A fresh morning breeze slipped through her long, blonde hair, refreshing her slightly. She brought the cigarette up to her lips and dragged deeply from it; then she exhaled and tossed the butt over the side of the patio.
She had feigned sleep when Ron returned to the cabin in the early morning hours. She hadn't been quite ready to talk to him then; but now, after spending most of the morning straightening things out in her mind, she was ready to face him.
She still had no idea what was right or wrong, what she should or should not do; but Mel's remarks had cut deeply into her, and she didn't really care any more. It had come down to one thing; the physical need she had for sexual satisfaction. There was no denying it; she had known all her adult life that she needed sex, and lots of it. It had been fine at first with Ron; he was more than capable of giving her what she needed in that department; but she had made the mistake of loving him, and that had been her downfall.
If she hadn't been so ready to forgive him that firs time-if she had fought for what was hers by right-she would never have been in this position. It ha( taken her a long time to come to the conclusion that he love for Ron had never been returned. Oh, there was n doubt that there was something he needed from her-but it wasn't love.
So now she had come up against blank reality. There had been a choice-or at least, she had thought there was one when she met Mel. Just during the short time she had known him, she was sure that together they could have found that little Cloud Nine that she hat been looking for all her life ... but now that choice was gone.
She had hardened during that morning; she hat faced things realistically. She just didn't have the strength to love another man, to put her trust in him The first time had hurt too much-taken too much ou of her. Now she would make a complete and absolute change.
From now on she would worry about only herself ant the nearly insatiable desire for sexual fulfillment that filled her. To hell with morals; to hell with everything she had lived and believed in before. She'd been hurt enough.
Mel stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel. His thoughts had been plagued by memories o Penny's words from the night before, and he'd gotten little sleep. Even now as he pictured her beautiful form he felt his thick cock begin to grow; and he cursed and toweled himself roughly. He encircled his stiff organ and stroked it once; then he groaned and pulled his hand away.
When he had finished drying himself, he tossed the towel over the shower rod and walked back into the bedroom. He glanced toward the living room of the cabin as he bent over the bed to pick up his shorts: and he found Tony standing beside the couch, folding up a blanket. His friend was openly studying the thick, fully erect cock between Mel's legs; and Mel smiled, almost forgetting Penny for the first time in hours.
"Sorry for parading around in the nude; it must be rough on you."
Tony raised his eyes from the massive organ half-arced between Mel's legs.
"On the contrary, I enjoy it immensely. I've yet to find anyone as well-hung-and I've made it with a lot of guys since those days in college."
Normally the conversation wouldn't bother Mel, but he couldn't help but think back to the day before when Scott had gone down on him. He had always known that Tony wanted to do that for him, and he had always refused his friend. To have given in to Scott, a complete stranger, and have refused Tony for all these years, somehow seemed ridiculous; and it embarrassed him.
Tony was surprised to see Mel flush. It wasn't as if he had never seen Mel nude before; there bad been hundreds of times during college. He sensed that there was something different between them now. Something had happened to change Mel's outlook, and the thought excited Tony. He had always hoped that one day Mel would let him make love to him, but Mel had always been against it. Tony lifted his eyes from Mel's i cock and looked into his friend's eyes.
"I haven't chanegd my mind ... the offer still holds...."
Mel's flush deepened. All night he had been thinking about Penny, and his need for sexual satisfaction was : obvious by his stiff, thick, throbbing shaft. There was ; no denying that he needed a release; only seconds before he had reached for his cock in frustration, contemplating masturbation. He knew only too well that Tony wanted to go down on him; and now, after what had happened,, he somehow couldn't deny his friend something he had wanted for so long.
Tony could sense Mel's indecision, and Mel's silence gave him strength to push for something he wanted more than anything else in the world.
"Please, Mel...."
Mel looked up from his pulsing cock and met Tony's eyes.
"Look, Tony, nothing has changed as far as you am I are concerned. I don't feel any different about homo sexualism than I did five years ago. I don't say if it right or wrong for others, but I know that my urge is for a woman."
Tony shrugged and dropped his eyes to the floor.
"I'm sorry ... I should have better control over myself...."
Mel felt himself softening to his friend. He took a few paces forward and placed his hands on his hips.
"Tony, this hard-on has been with me all night. I've got to get rid of it, and I'm willing to let you do it if you want to; but I want you to know first that it' nothing more than a means to an end for me-no more than jacking off."
Tony didn't even look at Mel. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees; then he grasped Mel's hug cock in both hands and held it for his open mouth. Me felt nothing more than an animal urge; and he gave into that urge, enjoying the feel of Tony's polishing tongue and rotating head. He had been ready for hours, and it only took a few strokes between Tony's sensuous lips to bring forth the thick creamy payload from the tip of Mel's huge organ.
Scott tossed the paper onto the small coffee table and reached for his half-filled glass. The sound of the running shower filled his ears as he drained it, and he cursed silently.
It was getting worse. He'd known when he first married Val that she didn't really care for him; she'd just decided it would be fun to be married, and she'd picked him simply because she could dominate him. At first he'd been more than willing; after all, Val was rich and could support him, and she was one hell of a chunk of woman. But he was fed up playing nursemaid to her every whim.
She'd turned him into a bisexual, and he knew he was leaning more and more toward homosexualism every day. She no longer held any attraction for him, and he wished it was over. At any rate, he had no intention of bowing to her any longer.
The sound of the shower turning off drew him out of his own thoughts, and he reached for the bottle and poured himself another drink, hoping it would give him strength to tell her what he was going to do. Before he had a chance to raise it to his lips, Val walked into the room, her freshly toweled body glowing in the sunlight that drifted into the room through the window.
Their eyes met, and Scott sucked in a deep breath before he spoke.
"It's all over, Val."
The statement came out as a whisper, and Scott cursed under his breath. Val walked over to the table and poured herself a drink; then she looked down at him.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Her strident tone gave Scott a little more strength.
"Exactly what it sounds like. I've had it ... I'm fed to the teeth with the way you use me. I'm through ... finished."
He stood up and walked across the room, then entered the bedroom. He was anxious to get away from her, a little afraid of what she might do. To his surprise Val didn't even lash out at him; she merely followed him into the bedroom and watched him as he began to shove his things into a suitcase. Scott avoided her eyes as he hurriedly packed.
Finally Val spoke.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Scott looked up at her and tried to show determination.
"I'm packing, and then I'm going to get the hell out of here. I'm through performing for you and your sex-crazed friends."
Val raised the glass to her lips and took a drink, and; then she began to laugh. Scott did his best to ignore! her, but the cruel laughter sent a shiver up his spine: He took it for a while; then he couldn't stand it any longer. He spun around to face her.
"What's so funny about that?"
Val took another swig from her glass, then set i down.
"Simple ... just where do you think you're going to run to. Aren't you forgetting that you'll have to get the money from me to go with? You've never done a day's work in your life; you couldn't look after yourself for five minutes."
Scott felt himself beginning to shake. He knew her shouldn't let her get him on the defensive, but it was too late; he had to answer her statement.
"I can always find something; I'm not completely useless, you know."
"And live in the style I've kept you accustomed to?"
Val chuckled and walked over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and took out a small photo album; then she opened it up and held it out in front of him.
"Suppsoing you did manage to find something-which I doubt-are you forgetting these? How long do you think anybody would keep you on the payroll after I sent them these?"
Scott stared at the pictures, which depicted himself and various others in several sexual poses; and his heart sank. He sat down on the end of the bed and looked up at her.
"I'll go so far you'll never find me."
Val sensed that she had won, and she couldn't resist pushing him down a little further.
"Who are you trying to kid, Scott? I've got the money to have private dicks dig you out of anywhere; and you know I will too, don't you lover? You're too much fun to lose; I don't give my toys away...."
Scott bent his head and looked down at the thick rug on the bedroom floor. He knew only too well that Val would go to any expense in order to keep on top in everything. He shook his head slowly and stood up.
"Okay, Val ... I guess I was just a little upset...."
Val's cruel laughter filled the room again.
"Oh no, Scotty, boy, you don't get off that easily."
He looked up at her. Val smiled and parted her legs. Her hands snaked down over her sides and slipped between her open thighs, and she reached for the outer lips of her cunt. She played with them for a second, stroking lovingly; then she opened them and leaned back against the wall.
"On your hands and knees, Scotty-over here-and eat like you've never eaten before."
Scott was close to getting sick. He wished he could just tell her to go to hell, but he knew her temper ... he knew he was no match for her. He was trapped, and he knew he would never get out, unless....
He began to move toward her to do her bidding. At the same time his mind was working feverishly. There was only that one way; she had left him no choice. First, he had to find a man that he could love; then, he had to kill her!
Penny was on her third cup of coffee when Ron finished his shower and came out onto the patio. He had slipped into tight trunks that hugged his body closely, and Penny found herself thinking back to when they had first met. He was a handsome man, and the sight of his powerful body left little doubt about his virility. That long ago the sight of him would have thrilled and warmed her, but now it just added to her determination not to be hurt again.
Ron moved across to the small table where Penny had set the coffee pot. He didn't look at her as he poured himself a cup; instead he looked out toward the lake. He knew what he wanted to get across to her, and yet he was unsure of what to say.
He had always been able to manipulate her, and normally he would have approached the task he had set himself with confidence; but after seeing Penny take to the sex session the way she had the day before, he was uncertain of how she felt. The only thing that made him sure he had a chance was the fact that she had left the orgy early. Obviously, she had been .upset about something.
Neither of them spoke as he added the sugar and cream to his coffee; then he turned to her as he lifted the mug to his lips. Their eyes met over the rim, and what he saw there frightened him a little. He had never seen such determination in her face before.
He took a deep gulp of the strong coffee; then he set the mug down on the table. His first statement would simply be a sounding tool.
"What did you think of yesterday?"
Penny almost answered without thinking, but she stopped herself. All their lives together, she had spoken exactly what she thought, being honest with him; but it had gotten her nowhere. She was intrigued by the way he was acting, and she wanted to see what he was leading up to before she committed herself.
Her answer was just as vague as his question.
"Why?"
Ron was a little taken aback. He had never known her to be so careful in their conversation, and he sensed that he would have to go slowly if he wanted to achieve his goal.
He lifted his mug to his lips again and drank, letting his mind sort out his next words before he spoke.
"I'm sorry for getting you into that, yesterday. It was a mistake."
Penny did her best to hide the surprise she felt. She hadn't expected him to have second thoughts about her participation in the swapping session. He had been working up to swapping for months, and she knew it.
She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table beside her and tapped one out; then she stuck it between her lips and lit it. There was an uncomfortable silence; then she exhaled and turned to face him.
"What makes you think it was a mistake?"
Ron shrugged.
"You left early. I should have known that you weren't the kind for that sort of thing. I've been wrong about a lot of things in the past, but getting you over there was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I thought about it all last night; that's why I got out of there as soon as I could and came back here."
Penny felt the anger building in her, and she spat her words at him.
"Who the hell are you trying to kid? You loved every minute of it, Ron, and you didn't give me a thought until you'd had your fill of sex with them. Don't try to play the martyr with me; it's too late for that."
Ron stared at her in disbelief for a second. He had worked everything out so carefully; yet she had taken him off guard. He had always been able to mold her thought, so he decided to give it everything he had. He set his cup down and moved over toward her. Penny made no attempt to back away as he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her buttocks in his palms; but when he bent his head to kiss her, she laughed in his face and twisted free.
Ron stood before her, a look of surprise covering his face. Penny laughed again; then she took a drag off her cigarette and exhaled it.
"I told you it was too late, Ron. I'm sick and tired of being the faithful wife waiting at home till all hours of the morning for you to come home from your sex binges. That's all finished now-"
Ron cut her off, eager to stop her before she said too much.
"You're right, honey ... I made up my mind last night. I'm finished with that kind of thing. From now on, it's just you and me. You'll never have to wait for me again."
For a few seconds Penny didn't say anything. These were the words she had been waiting to hear for months; and now that he had said them, she wanted to savor them even if she did know that he was lying between his teeth. Two weeks ago these words would have meant a victory for Ron-even a day ago-but now she knew them for the lies they were.
Her voice was level and cold when she spoke.
"You're right, Ron; all that is over-but not in the way that you want it. Your little Penny has finally grown up and seen the world for what it is. You're wrong when you think I didn't enjoy what happened yesterday. I enjoyed it all right, just the way you've enjoyed it for years ... and do you know why?"
Ron started to speak, but she cut him off.
"I'll tell you ... like you, I don't give a damn about my mate any more either. From now on, both of us are going to get our fill of sex; I'm fed up with denying my sexual needs so you can have yourself a ball."
Ron shook his head.
"No, Penny ... for chrissake ... think...." Penny laughed at him. "Think ... THINK...." She shouted the words at him.
"What do you think I've been doing all those nights I spent alone? From now on, I'm getting my kicks wherever and whenever I can. If you want to come along, suit yourself. This afternoon I'm calling your little playmates and inviting them over, and you're going to see me do things you never dreamed I would do...."
She didn't give him a chance to answer her. Before he could speak, she had disappeared through the sliding glass doors that led into the cabin.